Shallowe'en
Call me a miserable old cunt, but I really hate Hallowe'en. Seeing all the twats dressed up wandering around pubs in devil horns and black capes thinking they look so cool and 'fun-loving'... bollocks, you look like wankers. Especially those men who use it as an excuse to dress as a schoolgirl. Look, I have no problem with cross-dressing or anything, but just admit who the fuck you are for the rest of the year too. Don't use this one solitary night as an excuse to let your repressed urges out. It's just sad.
And all that "trick or treat" bullshit... what does it actually teach our kids? That it's okay to go around essentially threatening old folks. "Give us some sweets or we'll do something bad to you" - that's what it translates as. And to do it all whilst hidden behind masks? It's Dick Turpin and his ilk all over again - "Stand and deliver, your money or your life"! Fucking bastards...
Cheers m'dears!
Labels: Festive bollocks, Rant
posted by Binty McShae @ 6:13 pm
7 Comments:
I have a refresher on the reason for the trick or treatin' at my place.
And I enjoy seeing slutty devils. Makes me feel better for having sold my soul to them. Might be an easy lay.
Binty Binty Binty, booze love, that's how you get through it with a smile stuck to your chops, and that way you can't be described as the Grinch who something or othered Halloween.
Don't go to Binty's, he puts razorblades in the apples and pisses in the punch and double strength laxative in the sherbet and rims the quality street before re-wrapping them....
ah, happy days.
Sarah, you beat me to it.
That schoolgirl at the door on Tuesday was... a man?
But I invited her in, and we -
Oh Jesus.
Shotguns.
It's the only answer.
My solution to avoid 'trick-or-treat'ers is simply to go out to the pub. Unfortunately pubs seem to get in on this thing and layer the place with cotton wool masquerading as cobwebs and getting their staff to wear scary costumes that inevitably slow them down behind the bar. If I ever own a pub it will be a safe haven from shit like this, I tell thee...
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